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Post by Bumlets on Jan 29, 2012 5:41:58 GMT -5
Bumlets always thought that girls were like birds, the birds on the street fluttering their wings about and trying to be prettier than the next, make their nests better than the next. He didn't get it really, as someone who spent most of his life living out doors or in a wagon he just accepted what was fact.
He looked down at the book he was reading, his face contorted as he read. He had to think about what he was doing, but he lifted his head at the noise. People liked to complain and he'd listen and offer advice if they wanted it but for him-- the quiet nights were the best nights.
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Post by jackkelly on Jan 29, 2012 13:24:29 GMT -5
Jack flopped down into the chair across from Bumlets and sighed heavily. It had been a long day and all he wanted to do was just...take a breather.
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Post by Bumlets on Jan 29, 2012 14:44:26 GMT -5
"Hey Jack," Bumlets replied looking up from his book. It was quiet and he sighed leaning back into the couch and stretching. "Long day?"
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Post by jackkelly on Jan 29, 2012 14:52:39 GMT -5
"Yeah, seemed like nobody wanted a pape today...took me till five minutes ago to get rid of the last one. How'd you do?" Jack rubbed the back of his neck.
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Post by Bumlets on Jan 29, 2012 14:56:50 GMT -5
"I didn't take half as many as usual, the headline wasn't worth it... I ended up at the track." He grinned, unable to help it. He liked the track sometimes but it wasn't his norm. It seemed like an off day for everyone lately.
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Post by jackkelly on Jan 29, 2012 15:37:11 GMT -5
"The track? How'd ya do? Hopefully better than Race," He smirked.
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Post by Bumlets on Jan 29, 2012 21:10:05 GMT -5
He grinned, "You doesnt do better than Race?" Bumlets asked before she shrugged setting the book aside. "I did alright, enough that the bad day of selling didn't hurt too much. Just be eating lean a couple days." He stretched out his feet and sighed, closing his eyes for a moment.
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Post by jackkelly on Jan 29, 2012 21:24:57 GMT -5
"I could spot ya a couple bits to get through the week if ya need it Bumlets," Jack said with a shrug. Jack was one of the smart ones, and he always kept some extra cash on the side for when things got real tight, for him or his friends.
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Post by Bumlets on Jan 29, 2012 21:42:30 GMT -5
"Ah you don't need to do that Jack," Bumlets smiled and tipped his hat over his face. "You know me. I' can handle it.." It was the gypsy roots, Bumlets had been able to survive with little to nil, he tipped his hat above his eyes. "You might need it anyway, take out a certain girl for a real date?"
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Post by jackkelly on Jan 29, 2012 21:45:45 GMT -5
"Maybe," He grinned, "I ain't much good on dates though..."
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Post by Bumlets on Jan 29, 2012 21:53:09 GMT -5
"Eh you can't be all that bad, Jack," He chuckled and let his hat fall back into place. "You're sweet on her ain't ya?"
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Post by jackkelly on Jan 29, 2012 21:54:24 GMT -5
"Well yeah...she's so...she's so sweet and kind...have ya heard her play the violin? It's like magic ya know?" He was beaming from ear to ear.
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Post by Bumlets on Jan 29, 2012 22:01:53 GMT -5
Bumlet chuckled and shook his head, "Can't say I have. Might have too though... and I haven't seen you this happy in ages." Hell it was about time.
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Post by jackkelly on Jan 29, 2012 22:05:28 GMT -5
Jack laughed and shook his head. "It's something huh? She practices in the attic at night, she's worried about playing the vaudeville stuff."
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Post by Bumlets on Jan 29, 2012 22:09:48 GMT -5
"Back home, my cousin Carmen, she used to play the violin--" Just the thought reminded Bumlets of home, he'd never really-- adjusted to calling New York home totally. in his heart he was still a gypsy, the caravans were life.
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